'Ring ring.'
The ringing sound of his phone was what dragged Yang Jingshen out of his melancholic train of thoughts. He honestly didn't want to pick it up, but in the end, still thickened his nerves and decided to answer the call. After all, if it was his sister or someone he knew closely, it won't be good not to answer it.
It had already been six days since all of this started and two days since he took a break from filming, and he had to admit that he had been harrowed not just in body, but in mind as well. On one side, starting from Feng Xue's hysterical response to Andy's concerned inquiries to the desperate requests of director Cao– the endless complaints seemed to bother him, even when he was sleeping.
The most unbearable point was that Yang Jingshen still had to bear with their panic on top of his own, and still had to placate them in all sorts of manners. It was needless to say how exhausted he was.
